Entry three

I can’t remember how long it’s been since my last entry.  They’ve shoved me in an extremely small and cramped cell with no windows. This is really the sadest place I have ever been; there is nothing to do to pass the time.  I fear I might go mad.   There is a small glimmer of hope in the future however; they say they are taking the few remaining prisioners to a different jail (or maybe just me)  I hope to take advantage of this move and escape then. I have had almost no contact with the other side of my jail door other than the two cold and tastless meals pushed through the slot in my door every day.